Filthy animals like you belong in cages, not courthouses. Those words would haunt Officer Martinez for the rest of his life. Judge Keisha Williams approached the courthouse in her civilian clothes, a briefcase containing today’s case files.
Another ghetto rat trying to sneak in. Martinez blocked her path, sneering down at her with pure contempt. His open palm cracked against her face so hard her head snapped sideways.
The expensive briefcase flew from her grip, legal documents scattering like confetti across the courthouse steps. Martinez grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the stone wall. Filthy animals like you belong in cages, not courthouses.
He twisted her arms behind her back, metal handcuffs biting into her wrists. Other officers gathered around, laughing and recording with their phones. Keisha’s jaw throbbed, but her eyes stayed locked on the bronze nameplate above the courthouse entrance.
The Honorable Judge Kay Williams presiding, 20 feet away from her own courtroom, being brutalized by the very system she served. Have you ever seen instant karma this brutal? Inside the courthouse, Martinez straightened his uniform and cleared his throat. He had done this dance many times before, spin the story, control the narrative, make himself the hero.
The system always believed cops over criminals, especially when those criminals looked like her. Your Honor, Martinez began, his voice steady and practiced. I was conducting routine security protocols when I encountered a suspicious individual attempting to breach courthouse security.
He gestured toward Keisha, now sitting in handcuffs at the defendant’s table, a purple bruise blooming across her left cheek. The defendant was acting erratically, refusing to provide identification, and became increasingly agitated when asked to comply with standard security procedures. The temporary judge, Judge Harrison, a pale, thin man in his 60s, nodded approvingly.
And what exactly did you observe, Officer Martinez? Well, sir, she was dressed inappropriately for court proceedings, carrying what appeared to be stolen legal documents. Martinez’s eyes gleamed as he warmed to his fabrication. When I approached to investigate, she became verbally aggressive, using profanity and making threats.
From the gallery, two other officers, Rodriguez and Thompson, exchanged knowing looks. They had heard Martinez tell similar stories dozens of times, different faces, same script. She kept screaming about being someone important, Martinez continued, his voice dripping with disdain.
These people always claim to be lawyers, judges, senators, anything to avoid accountability. I’ve seen this playbook before, Your Honor. Judge Harrison leaned forward, clearly engaged.
Did she attempt to flee or resist arrest? Absolutely. The defendant became physically combative when I attempted to place her in protective custody. I was forced to use the minimum necessary force to ensure public safety…
Martinez’s hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he spoke, the only crack in his polished performance. The courthouse stenographer’s fingers flew across her machine, capturing every lie for posterity. In the back row, a young law clerk frowned, something nagging at her memory.
Officer Rodriguez, the prosecutor called. Can you corroborate Officer Martinez’s testimony? Rodriguez stood, his uniform pressed to perfection. Yes, ma’am, I witnessed the entire incident.
The defendant was clearly attempting to circumvent security protocols. Officer Martinez handled the situation with remarkable professionalism. And the alleged assault, Judge Harrison inquired.
Martinez’s jaw tightened. Your Honor, I used only the force necessary to subdue an aggressive individual who was threatening courthouse security. The defendant’s injuries, if any, resulted from her own resistance to lawful commands.
He pulled out his phone, swiping to a video that conveniently started mid-confrontation. I have partial footage here, though unfortunately, my body cam malfunctioned this morning. The lie rolled off his tongue like honey.
How convenient, Keisha murmured, speaking for the first time. I’m sorry? Judge Harrison raised an eyebrow. Nothing, Your Honor, she replied calmly, though her eyes blazed with controlled fury.
Martinez continued his performance. What we’re seeing here is a classic case of someone playing the victim card after being caught breaking the law. She was trespassing on government property, carrying suspicious documents, and when confronted with her criminal behavior, she immediately claimed discrimination.
The prosecutor, a middle-aged woman named Sandra Walsh, nodded sympathetically. Officer Martinez, in your 15 years of service, have you encountered similar situations? Unfortunately, yes. There’s a pattern here.
Certain individuals believe they’re above the law, that rules don’t apply to them. They use accusations of racism to deflect from their own criminal behavior. Martinez’s voice rose with righteous indignation.
It’s honestly insulting to the real victims of discrimination. Several people in the gallery, mostly white courthouse employees, nodded in agreement. They had heard similar stories on the news, seen similar narratives play out in social media.
It felt familiar, comfortable even. The defendant claims she was going to work, Martinez made air quotes mockingly. But she couldn’t provide any employment verification, any identification, or any legitimate reason for being in a restricted area of the courthouse.
Thompson, the third officer, stepped forward. If I may add, your honor, the defendant was carrying what appeared to be confidential legal documents. We suspect she may have been involved in some kind of identity theft or fraud scheme.
Judge Harrison looked intrigued. Fraud scheme? Yes, sir. Martinez jumped back in, sensing momentum.
These documents had judicial letterhead, case numbers, and sensitive information. No legitimate citizen would have access to materials like this. We believe she may have been planning to impersonate court personnel.
The irony was so thick it was almost suffocating. But Martinez pressed on, oblivious to the trap he was setting for himself. In my professional opinion, he concluded, this is simply another case of someone trying to game the system.
She knows if she can make this about race, about alleged police brutality, she can distract from her actual crimes. It’s a calculated manipulation of public sympathy. He turned to face Keisha directly, his eyes cold and contemptuous.
These people think they can just waltz into any building, any courtroom, any space they choose. And when they’re stopped, they scream discrimination. Well, not in my courthouse.
The words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud. Several court staff members shifted uncomfortably, while others remained stone faced. Your Honor, Prosecutor Walsh added, the state recommends we proceed with charges of trespassing, resisting arrest, and assault on a police officer.
